so, exhausted from the hour of stirring and mixing and staring at the amazing rising action and the cleaning frenzy- i had to deal with the leftovers. i know i still owe it to the meal to post images, though they are still trapped in my phone & nikon too.... so, it's not that i don't like cleaning, as person with a self diagnosed case of mild OCD its kind of nice and the sense of accomplishment is great, it's the wrapping of the loaf in the tin foil... i felt like i was a newbie waiter wrapping lobster to look like a duck for someone to take home after a date. finally after a yard or so of tin foil i think i managed my mother's envelope style.. dare i have any for breakfast after that feat?
listening to-- the dishwasher. and the washing machine.
also-- binx has acquired a new nickname at some point over this last past holiday season, "banana," so you could imagine this cat whom i love and convinced knows the english language through and through eventually went to bed early after flashing me several odd looks while perched on the granite at the sink while i mixed and stirred saying " tonight, my love, we dine on banana bread, after it bakes in the hot oven of course! "
i couldn't have gotten through typing this with out my hot choco cup of keurig made cocoa. with marshmallows. mmmmm. now i must retire to the heating pad and not dread what tomorrow will bring with the weather and my marine like massive to do list, *sigh* it's so intimidating i am sure i won't want to get out of bed,, but i will to a cup of joe and a banana bread and scope out these vintage shops only a few blocks away, even if i have to ice skate there. maybe i'll go in for that library card too and quit dwelling on my sea of books which are not in my ikea billy's.
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